| taken on Stradbroke Island at sunrise |


LuckyI am so uncomfortable,Lucky
I tried to choose a quieter street, but you don't get many options in this neighbourhood, I am lucky I got one tonight. It is so bright, the light hurts my eyes. I cannot see my stars, I have always wondered how people can justify not seeing the stars at night.
It is so loud, does this city never sleep? The cars rush by, men hasten past, a train slams on the breaks. The passengers emerge, surrounding me. I am a mere ant among thousands, it is lucky I have my island.
The crowd lulls and I am alone. I poke at my injuries, remembering how I got them.&


Loving you.Loving you Is brighter than the sun, the moon And the stars all togetherLoving you.


I am Fire.The sky shakes, lightning flashes I am born. Through destruction and violence I will live I rip and devour my own path My intense heat grows Burning.I am Fire.
I consume the forest But that does not satisfy me Or tame my inferno It does nothing but fuel my rage I still hunger.
I race down the landscape Not stopping I leap over obstacles
I devour everything Everything.
I am destruction I am devastating I am a murderer I am fire


I Hate this WeatherI hate this weather— it makes me feel really depressed— have I got seasonal affective disorder?— I don’t think so— why can’t it rain upwards from the ground? it’s not the rain I mind— it’s the clouds, the clouds, the damned clouds! stratocumulus nice fluffy white clouds why can’t they be a different colour like yellow or something it wouI Hate this Weather


And We All Fall...And We All FallAnd We All Fall...
Can I tell you a secret?
Right now bombs are dropping, whether it be in the form of words, or taking the shape of those highly prized nukes. Do you know how many souls are executed? How much hope disperses through the bloody sky? Come, lets take a look.
I pull away some laced curtains, stained with age and hate. A barrelful of words are sent screeching out of a mouth, and slam without pretense into an unshaven cheek. Icy glares are exchanged like smilesthey come and go like everyday occurrences. Adding fiery tempers and obscene gestures, this is a recipe for disaster. &
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